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evrythng is shit, we just fill our time here with meaningless exchanges of inconsequential subjectivity in the vain hope that if we cram enough trivia and recieved opinion into ourselves then it might somehow add up to one single iota of truth and beauty and that through this exertion we can somehow distract ourselves for maybe a fraction of a nano-second from the absolute, molecular certainty that we are all, in every moment dying and alone and terrified and all the love in the world wont save us or comfort us.
my favourite classic album is tapestry by carole king.
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